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Lyrics
[Verse]
Mind sharper than a barber's blade,
Wordplay heavy, got the pen on parade.
Stepped in the booth, turned the mic to a grenade,
Boom, they scatter, dreams start to cascade.
Eyes on the prize, pockets in drought,
Stomach growlin', but the hunger breeds clout.
Corner store philosophy, bag of chips wisdom,
Blueprint the system, now they beggin' for admission.
[Chorus]
Drop the mic, watch it crack the earth,
Bars so heavy, question what it's worth.
Echo through the city, leave 'em shook in the turf,
Mic drop symphony, welcome to rebirth.
[Verse 2]
Broke chains, no slave to the rhythm,
Every rhyme I spit a piece of the prism.
Walkin' contradictions, saint and the sinner,
Feastin' on beats, every verse a dinner.
I’m the glitch in the matrix, pixels misaligned,
Scripts unwritten, yet my future defined.
Got the spirit of the streets, past scars intertwined,
Tales of the hustle where the sun don’t shine.
[Bridge]
Concrete jungle, hear the growl of the beast,
Where survival's a banquet, and I’m servin’ the feast.
Painted my canvas with blood, sweat, and ink,
A portrait of pain, makes you stop and think.
Details
GeneratedOct 14, 2025
Duration3:52
LanguageTL
Style
gritty, hip-hop, heavy 808s, raw energy, rap, hard-hitting, minimal melody
Credits
Prompt byAmbientSignal558
ModelAria v4
Prompt
rap
